Blame it on the rain

“How long has it been since you worked out?” I asked Zen Mum last night as I was brushing my teeth, getting ready for bed.

She gave me a blank stare.

“Ho-kay,” I said as I pat her on her shoulder. “We’re going to do some in the morning when we wake up.”

But it was only a few minutes later when I felt something shaking me awake.

I opened one eye and saw Zen Mum leaning over me.

“We’re exercising before breakfast, right?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I said as I turned over and got ready to go back to sleep. “In the morning.”

But I felt her shake my shoulder again.

“It’s morning already.”

“Wha?” I snorted as I looked at her, now with both eyes opened.

“Do you want to exercise or not?”

And then I happened to notice that morning light was streaming through my window. I shuffled over to the window and peeked out. The morning sky was gray and overcast, and it was raining! I watched and listened to the soft, steady drip-drip of rain against my window.

But how can it possibly be morning already?

Then I heard Zen Mum in the living room, popping in her exercise DVD into the player and getting busy.

It’s been over two months since I went to the gym. Where’s my motivation? Where did it go?

I used to be so gung-ho about exercising, being so dedicated. Where had that wind gone?

But more importantly…

Where’s my coffee?

I’m gonna blame it on the rain, just like Milli Vanilli.

Yeah, that’s it.

That’s the ticket.

So later, Zen Mum came into the kitchen, flushed and wide awake. I was sitting at the table with Zen Master, sipping my yummy hot cup of excellent coffee.

She came up and promptly poked me in my soft round tummy.

“Mushy-butt.”

I love my family.

Who in the world would be unafraid of voicing such constructive criticism to me when I really do need to hear it?